After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

It is said that only seven days in the cave is a thousand years in the world.

The Yin and Yang worlds are not that exaggerated, but the passage of time is different.

Simply put, seven days in the underworld is one day in the world of the living.

The so-called seventh night of returning soul refers to the time it takes for the dead soul to reach the Wangxiang Terrace, which only takes one day in the underworld.

Qin He leisurely visited the scenery of the underworld, tasted Mengpo soup, and watched Ling Tianfan and others perform. It only took half a day.

However, in the world of the living, three full days had already passed!

The most crucial thing is that Qin He's soul entered the underworld, but his body was on the edge of the yin and yang.

If it is an ordinary person, when the soul leaves the body, there will be no soul to suppress the seven spirits, and the seven spirits will disperse over time. Once the seven spirits disperse, the body will die and stink.

But Qin He is not an ordinary person, he is a land immortal.

The seventh-grade golden body of merit can make one holy even in the physical body.

Standing and waiting for three days?

That's impossible. I will never stand and wait for three days in vain in my life.

Just as Qin He's soul was admiring the red spider lilies all over the ground.

Driven by instinct, his body carried the big iron shovel and went home by itself.

"Brother Qin~"

"Hello, Seventh Master~"

"..."

At the entrance of the crematorium, crematorium workers in groups of three or four greeted Qin He enthusiastically.

After Lu Di returned, some cremators had cultivated internal strength and no longer looked down on their identities as cremators, so they went out to seek better jobs.

There were a few new crematorium workers.

So Qin He's name was upgraded again. The old people in the crematorium still called Qin He "Brother Qin", and the newcomers were of lower generation, so they were ranked according to Qin He's crematorium No. 7 and respectfully called him "Seventh Master".

It doesn’t matter whether Qin He is good or bad, you can call him anything, as long as he is not the Great Immortal Qingniu.

If you are in a good mood, you will respond with a smile; if you are in a bad mood, you will just say "hmm".

However, this time, Qin He seemed not to hear it, and walked straight to crematorium No. 7, closing the door with a "bang".

It scared Wang Tiezhu, who was concentrating on repairing the door latch, and pinched his finger.

"Ah! Ah~~"

Wang Tiezhu jumped up from the ground due to the pinch, and waved his hands madly with a distorted face. When he looked closely, he found that four of his five fingers were blackened.

I go!

The fingers are connected to the heart!

He was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word except for a scream.

After a long time, he took out the Jinchuang Pills, carefully pinched a little bit of the medicine skin and applied it on the affected area, which relieved the pain.

Then push the door open and enter the room.

His intuition told him that something seemed to be wrong with him.

He came back without saying a word and even closed the door, even though he was clearly fixing the door latch.

I've never been like this before.

When I walked in, I saw Qin He sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, not moving or speaking, with a dull look on his face.

"Master?"

Wang Tiezhu called out cautiously.

Qin He didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear the sound.

Wang Tiezhu's premonition grew stronger. He walked closer and called out again, "Master, you're back?"

After he finished speaking, Qin He still had no reaction, not even moving his eyes, like a statue.

Wang Tiezhu's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "Something's not right."

There's really something wrong with me.

"Master...why don't you speak?"

Wang Tiezhu walked closer and waved his hand in front of Qin He. Seeing that there was still no response, he simply grabbed Qin He's shoulders and shook it twice.

This time, Qin He finally reacted. He turned his head and looked at Wang Tiezhu in a daze. His throat made a sound like broken glass as he uttered a single word: "Eat."

"eat?"

Wang Tiezhu was stunned and instinctively looked at the stove that was still steaming.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and took two white flour buns.

He had just made this steamed bun this morning, it was freshly baked and smelled delicious. He had just eaten it.

Qin He saw Mantou and finally took action.

He grabbed the steamed bun and ate it voraciously.

Two steamed buns, gone in three bites.

Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu simply brought over the remaining steamed buns and the steamer.

Qin He continued to eat voraciously, finishing the whole basket of steamed buns in no time. He looked up at Wang Tiezhu again without saying a word.

But two words were clearly written on his face: Not enough.

When Wang Tiezhu saw this situation, he was afraid that he would not be satisfied unless there were ten or eight cages.

It knew how much Qin He could eat when he was hungry.

One cow is not too much!

Maybe he was very hungry. Back then, when Wang Tiezhu's shell was broken and he was floating in the wooden barrel, he was even hungrier than this.

Then don’t say it out loud, my brain is starting to mess up.

Without saying a word, Wang Tiezhu hurried out, pushed a cart and went to the dock.

He bought out an entire steamed bun shop in one go and brought back a cart full of white flour steamed buns.

Continue to move in and Qin He continues to eat.

After half an hour, the whole cart of steamed buns was gone.

Qin He still didn't say anything, but the look of hunger finally disappeared from his face.

After sitting there for a while, he stood up and looked out the window.

He stared intently, not moving at all.

After a while, he stared at the crematorium in the room.

After visiting the crematorium, I went out again and walked south along the pier to a cemetery.

Wow, Wang Tiezhu didn’t even know there was such a place.

In spring, flowers are blooming all over the mountains and fields. A row of tombs are neatly arranged, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

Qin He stood in front of the grave in a daze, and returned home after a long time.

He fell asleep and slept until the police brought him a corpse at night.

The entire process of cremating the corpse was completed by Wang Tiezhu under Qin He's stunned gaze. There was no Nanming Fire or Abyss Fire, just an ordinary fire starter to ignite the body.

It burned for more than three hours in total.

By dawn, Wang Tiezhu couldn't stand it anymore.

It was certain and certain that something was wrong with Qin He, and most likely he had lost his mind!

It felt like the sky was falling.

In the past, Qin He was the one who made all the decisions, and Wang Tiezhu just helped out by burning corpses.

Now that Qin He is in trouble, it feels anxious and doesn't know what to do.

He has the strength and intelligence, but he lacks backbone.

Moreover, he knew Qin He's strength best. It was unimaginable for him to think that he had lost his soul to this extent.

After much thought, he found Xu Changshou.

In terms of relationships, Xu Changshou is the person Qin He respects the most and also the person he trusts the most.

Xu Changshou was horrified when he heard that Qin He had lost his mind. After checking him, his face turned grim. He said, "Not good. He really has lost his mind. His eyes are dull and his forehead is dark. He is acting completely on instinct now."

"Uncle Xu, please save my master." Wang Tiezhu almost begged.

"Don't worry, I will definitely see to it."

Xu Changshou said, "I know a blind fortune teller at the entrance of Changling Alley. He can cure hysteria and summon spirits. Let's go see him first and see if he can help me."

"Okay, then shall we go now?"

"Let's go without delay." Xu Changshou nodded.

So the two of them quickly led Qin He out and went to Changling Lane.